America Tycoon: The Wolf of Showbiz-Chapter 841 - 830: Trash Sees Everyone as Trash

Hollywood has so many big shots whose promises turn to dust after they get what they want; the numbers are too many to count, and Harvey Weinstein is definitely not an exception.

On the other hand, people like Martin, who are lecherous and despicable yet keep their promises, are more like Hollywood oddities.

From Charlotte Kirk's mouth, they couldn't coerce much information.

But the crew had to give Martin an explanation.

That afternoon, after Charles Roven had gone through the formalities of notifying Charlotte Kirk's agent and agency, he announced Charlotte Kirk's dismissal from the crew.

The following day, during the routine press conference, the crew publicly announced this news to the media.

It's difficult for a female actress who tried sneaking into a megastar's trailer to secretly film and got caught red-handed to find work through normal channels.

Charlotte Kirk left the crew with a sense of sorrow.

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Sitting in the hotel lobby resting area, Bruce saw Charlotte get into the taxi outside the door and made a phone call.

After the taxi left, another car followed it.

At this moment, Martin came downstairs, joined Bruce, and they got into an Escalade, leaving Peachtree Street for the House of Beast on West Strip Avenue.

Bruce, driving the car, said, "Charlotte Kirk is leaving Atlanta today."

Martin replied, "Have someone follow her and see what she does."

A red light appeared ahead, and Bruce stopped the car, continuing, "Now one thing is very clear, Charlotte Kirk was introduced to the crew by Charles Roven, but I've had people ask discreetly, and according to those close to Charles Roven, they had never met Charlotte Kirk before coming to Atlanta."

Martin nodded slightly, "Charles is a veteran producer under Warner Bros. He has been collaborating with Nolan since 'Batman: The Moment of War', and I have worked with him on 'The Dark Knight' and 'Inception', the cooperation was quite pleasant..."

Bruce sped up the car, "Was it really Charlotte Kirk's personal act?"

Because it made sense, just like those actresses whom Harvey Weinstein had forced, there were very few who secretly recorded video and audio.

Martin said, "First have someone watch who she meets when she gets back."

Bruce responded, "I've arranged it."

The Escalade turned onto West Strip.

Martin looked out at the neon lights that seemed to recall memories, ten years had passed since he had stirred up the winds and storms of West Strip.

The neon sign for the House of Beast lit up ahead, while the "Black" bar opposite had long since changed its name.

Martin still remembered how he had turned the bottom of the "Black" bar owner into a hornet's nest with a shotgun.

When night had fully fallen, the Escalade stopped in front of the House of Beast, Martin stepped out of the car, opened the glass door marked 'Closed for Business', and a middle-aged man in a suit came out with an odd walk, legs splayed.

Martin laughed out loud, "Hey Scott, long time no see."

Lily and Elena's father, Scott Carter, seemed to not see Martin, just nodded inwardly, "Come in, Sophia is waiting for you."

Martin entered the club, quickly measured Scott up, and apart from the strange walk, everything seemed normal, even better than before.

Scott was dressed in Armani, his shoes were Versace, on his wrist a Rolex, and holding an embellished diamond iPhone in his hand.

Martin was willing to call him a winner in life.

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The spacious House of Beast felt somewhat empty, with only a few people sitting near the stage.

Sophia saw Martin and hurried to greet him, smiling, "Welcome, Martin, and Old Cloth."

Perhaps with age, the loss of collagen was severe, when Sophia smiled, her face was crisscrossed with deep lines.

Martin looked around, "What's on the agenda for tonight?"

Sophia said, "Every time you come back, you gather old friends together, this time you're busy with work, so I'm handling the party."

She gestured with her hand and Scott turned off the main lights in the ceiling.

At the same time, the stage lit up and familiar music began to play.

A dozen old men in leather shoes, dress pants, and white shirts appeared on stage, tapping out a rhythm.

Martin clapped loudly, shouting his approval.

These men were not particularly good dancers; their rhythm was a bit off, their moves not in sync, and among them, a few overweight figures.

But Martin understood their gesture.

As the music reached its peak, about a dozen men led by Hart and Carrington headed towards the front of the stage, planning to finish with a collective slide on their knees, using their speed and the smooth floor.

However, the heavier men stumbled and crashed into each other, with only Hart and Carrington managing to slide close to Martin.

Hart scratched his head sheepishly, "I wanted to present you with 'The Dance of the King', but sadly we're pretty average."

Martin held out his fist, "I got your message, guys."

He called out to the former dancers behind Hart, "Fellas, you've all gotten fat."

The men were just as irreverent as in old times, hooting and coming up to bump fists with Martin.

Then, the lights came on, and the hotel waitstaff appeared, bringing good wine and various dishes.

Old friends sat together, reminiscing about the old days, occasionally raising a toast, sometimes egging each other on, creating an exceptionally lively atmosphere.

During this time, Martin found a moment, and had a brief chat with Scott alone.